I really disliked my doctor. When I told her I my psychiatrist had prescribed levothyroxin to see if it would help my depression, she said "There's no such thing." Not that she'd never heard of it being done, but that it was flat out not something that was ever done. And she didn't look it up after I told her about it.
They were measuring my urine output with a cup in the toilet that reminded me of those kits they sell to try and toilet-train cats.
On a day when I had four albuterol treatments and my heart racing from that was triggering a panic attack, a nurse refused to give me any Ativan or Valium, even though it was indicated on my chart.
A nurse followed me into the bathroom to listen to my breathing. While I was peeing.
The meals were all really big. I didn't finish any of them. They were about as tasty as a mediocre frozen dinner.
Apparently Cartoon Network shows live action tv now? "The Heart, She Holler" was a really weird thing to stumble on while dazed in a hospital bed.
There was a big ol' crucifix in my room, the really detailed kind.
I was sent home with a Voldyne 5000. I'm supposed to use it ten times an hour.
They were measuring my urine output with a cup in the toilet that reminded me of those kits they sell to try and toilet-train cats.
On a day when I had four albuterol treatments and my heart racing from that was triggering a panic attack, a nurse refused to give me any Ativan or Valium, even though it was indicated on my chart.
A nurse followed me into the bathroom to listen to my breathing. While I was peeing.
The meals were all really big. I didn't finish any of them. They were about as tasty as a mediocre frozen dinner.
Apparently Cartoon Network shows live action tv now? "The Heart, She Holler" was a really weird thing to stumble on while dazed in a hospital bed.
There was a big ol' crucifix in my room, the really detailed kind.
I was sent home with a Voldyne 5000. I'm supposed to use it ten times an hour.